One of these days, I’m finally going to track down that bastard who keeps taking an hour away from me in the spring.
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One of these days, I’m finally going to track down that bastard who keeps taking an hour away from me in the spring.
I hear he comes around in the fall usually. In fact, if you’re sly enough, you can probably yoink that hour back from him in a few weeks.